Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nico. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Audionom,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.